22 Two's

Yo, what's up everybody This is Marie Davis, "Mad Wednesdays" We here to have a good time Wait a minute, I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me here that little tape of yours And it's phat Why don't you come up here and kick a little freestyle? Put that champagne down And kick a little freestyle for me tonight Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Ya'll muthafuckas must ain't hear that Tribe Called Quest Let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Well I'm gone Check this out Too much west coast dick lickin' And too many niggas on a mission Doin ya best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough muthafuckas I got my suspicions That you're just fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies So if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe Too many bitches is shady Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances Too many brothas wanna be lovers Don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from Too many sexual advances No questions, Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block too many times Rock too many rhymes, cocked too many nines Too, to all my brothers it ain't too late To come together Cause too much black and too much love Equal forever I don't follow any guidelines Cause too many niggas ride mines So I change styles every two rhymes What the fuck That's twenty-two twos (too, to) for ya'll muthafuckas out there Naw, mean Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Can I kick it? (Yes you can) Well I'm gone... Yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota Push rock, roll up smooth-like on ya Whole groove like hold up Swole up... too many faggot niggas Clockin my spendin', exercisin' your Gay-like minds like Richard Simmons If you can catch Jay right on a late night Without the eight right Maybe you can test my weight, right? I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen Administer pain, next to ministers screaming ya name At your wake as I peak in Look in ya casket, feelin' sarcastic, "Look at 'em, still sleepin' " Ya never ready, forever petty Minds stay petty, mine's thinking longevity until I'm seventy Livin' heavily, FUCK Felony after Felony What nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gone tell me Ooooooooooh Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aiight) Now this is comin' out on your new album On Roc-A-Fella Records in '96? (no doubt, no doubt) Well, it is definitely the bomb But you know, I do wanna say something to you I know you been having a lotta problems with the law But I know you innocent And I'm behind you one hundred percent Mad Wednesdays, Rudy King, DJ Ace Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records (my man Clark Kent) We all behind you You can come back anytime Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer Now you see, that's why our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly (SHUT THE FUCK UP!) Wait a minute, wait a minute Who told me shut the 'f' up, who told me to shut the 'f' up Get him outta here I am not gonna continue this show until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's outta here now, now like I was sayin' We gotta build our own businesses; We gotta get our own record companies goin' Like Roc-A-Fella Records...